"Remember Ms. Chan?"
The mere mention of that name got your mind racing all the way back to high school. Ms. Chan was the teacher of the Mandarin Chinese class you had been forced to take to satisfy a language requirement. And because you were her worst student, she always went out of her way to point out your stupidity to the rest of the class. It was a humiliating experience that you'd done your best to forget ever happened.
"Sure."
Your girlfriend tosses you a bag. "Turn it upside down."
You do, and suddenly a mountain of papers come spilling out. Every test, every assignment you'd ever taken in Ms. Chan's class fell out, and piled on top of you until the room became dark. As light started to filter back in, you realized you were back in the same wooden desk you'd sat in ten years ago. Your girlfriend stood in front of the class, wearing that crisp gray suit you remembered. As she walked up to your desk, her face morphed into the same nut-shaped eyes, the same tan-colored skin, the same red lips, the same brown eyes...
Ms. Chan put on her steel-rimmed spectacles. "Mr. Stevens," - she shouted in that thick accent that made it clear English was her second language- "recite the poem on the board."
Predictably, all that came out of your mouth was a jumble of gibberish. Ms. Chan smiled as you demonstrated once again how much of a failure you were.
"Young man, you will stay after class. The rest of you, dismissed!" The other students vanished, and the two of you were left alone.
"So, you once again disappoint me, Mr. Stevens. Why can you not learn Mandarin? It is beautiful language. You disgrace yourself by speaking it with such a lazy tongue. Come over here."
You walk over to her desk. "Let us put your lazy tongue to some good." She pulls up her skirt to reveal her pussy, thick and hairy. "I think you worst student in class. So you will honor me in another way. Lick!"
As you pleased her, she started unbuckling your pants, letting your cock flop out. "Now fuck me, white boy!"
Kicking off your pants and straddling her hips, you began to move inside her. Her pussy was so wet and warm, you'd never felt such a thing in your life. Ms. Chan moaned and then, out of nowhere, kissed you. "Lazy boy. You only good for sex. I give you good grades if you fuck me. You tell no one. Is that clear?"
You nodded, and then came, releasing your young thick seed inside her. Ms. Chan pushed you off and then took a pill from her bag, swallowing it with a sip of water from her mug.
"Now, you come home with me. You need tutor."